#John B fic

[cameronsprincess]

Sharing is Caring — J.B x JJ x Reader

— summary: your boyfriends best friend is going through some shitty times, and John B. knows the best way to cheer him up.

— CW: smut! 18+ only! threesome, oral (fem and male receiving), some hair pulling, lots of praise.

— note: hehehehe hiii. soo i love writing rafe x jj x reader, but.. here’s jb x jj x reader bc why not😈 also, yes. yes i did use a pic of chase, rudy and madelyn… sue me. that’s not me saying reader is white, i just couldn’t find any other pics of two guys n a girl.

You always knew John B. and JJ shared everything. From food, to beds, to clothes. There was nothing those two didn’t share, except for you.

John B. had never been willing to let anyone else touch his girl… Until now.

You remember the conversation clearly, your boyfriend approaching you and saying, “Babe, JJ really needs us both.. He’s been going through it, a lot worse than usual..”

You remember not fully understanding what exactly John B. meant, but he’d made sure to be 100% clear with his intentions, wanting to make sure you were comfortable with his plan before he brought it up to JJ.

And that’s what landed you here, JJ in your arms, tears running down his face as he kissed at the skin of your neck, whispering sweet words to you as you held him, letting him have his way with you while John B. sat behind you, arms protectively wrapped around your middle and stroking the skin of your bare stomach.

“Thank you, thank you both..” JJ whimpered, his lips kissing sloppily at your neck.

You shush him, running your fingers through his messy blond locks. “Shhh, you know we’re here for you, J. Always. Let’s take your mind off everything, yeah?”

He nods his head furiously, bright, teary blue eyes staring back at you as you slowly pull your white tank top over your head. His eyes automatically fall to your bra clad chest, soaking in your perfectly round breasts.

“She’s so pretty, JB.” JJ coos as one of his large palms cups at your tits, kneading the plump flesh softly.

John B. smirks, watching as his best friend toys with your perfect tits. “Yeah, I know. Enjoy it, she’s here to help you.”

JJ harshly yanks at the cups of your bra, pulling them down and letting your tits spring free. His fingers find your hard nipples, pinching and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger before he dips his head down and sucks one into his mouth.

You moan softly, JJ’s lips sucking and biting at your sensitive nipple while John B’s hands trail down your sides and into your denim shorts. JB’s fingers push down and into your silk panties, finding your clit and toying with it, pulling another soft moan from you.

“Fuck, John B, need more, please.” you beg, bucking your hips upward.

John B’s lips land on your shoulder, leaving soft kisses up and down your arm and neck as his fingers rub through your slick pussy.

“Sound so pretty when you beg for me, mama. Let’s let JJ taste this sweet pussy though, you okay with that?”

You bite at your bottom lip, staring back at JJ as he lets your nipple fall from his lips. He’s breathing heavy, lips slightly parted as he eyes you cautiously. “You ain’t gotta let me if you don’t-” JJ begins, but you cut him off, placing a hand over his mouth.

“No, I want you to. Please, JJ. Please eat my pussy.”

JJ grins, pushing himself back and watching as John B slowly works the button and zipper of your shorts. JB slowly pushes the material down your legs, your panties going along with them, baring your soaked pussy to JJ who sucks in a sharp breath.

“Damnit. She’s so fucking wet, JB. You sure this is okay?”

John B nods his head slowly. “Course. We’re here to help you, JJ. Go on. She’s so fucking sweet.”

JJ cautiously settles between your legs. His large hands grip at your thighs, spreading them open wider for him as he lays on his stomach and dips his head down, inhaling the sweet scent of your arousal.

A low hum of satisfaction fills the air, and you gasp when JJ leaves soft, slow kisses on your inner thighs. He works his mouth up the smooth flesh, sinking his teeth into the soft skin occasionally. When his mouth reaches your soaked core, he pauses, blue eyes looking up to find John B’s deep brown ones. John B. is busy toying with your hardened nipples, pausing his actions to meet his best friends stare, a small crease in his brow. “You good, Jay?” JB would ask.

JJ would nod his head, shaking the intrusion of thoughts that swarmed his head. John B. said it was fine, he needed to stop stressing that this would cause a strain on his friendship.

He dips his head back down, his tongue darting out to lick a long, hot stripe through your arousal slick folds. He curses under his breath at how fucking sweet you taste, “Fuck, she is so sweet.” He murmurs before diving in and devouring your pussy like it was his last meal.

Your chest heaves up and down, fingers tightly gripping John B’s thigh as JJ licks, sucks and fingers your sensitive cunt. John B. slowly lifts your head from his lap, removing himself from his position on the bed. JJ halts his actions, two thick fingers shoved deep inside you while he warily eyes his best friend.

John B gives him a small grin, “Just gonna flip her over so I can fuck her pretty mouth.”

JJ pulls his fingers from inside you, shoving them in this mouth and licking them clean as he watches John B effortlessly flip you onto your stomach. John B lands a harsh slap on your bare ass cheek, “Ass in the air baby, let JJ make you cum while you choke on my dick.”

You quickly obey your boyfriend’s demand, shifting onto your knees and placing your ass up and in the air. JJ smirks at the sight of your soaked pussy, ass swaying back and forth, waiting on his lips and tongue to reclaim their place on your swollen clit.

John B. quickly works his basketball shorts down his legs, boxers following closely behind. Your eyes watch intently as his long, hard cock springs free, precum already leaking from the tip. You’d never get over how big your boyfriend was.

John B. situates himself back on the bed, his hands gripping tightly at the back of your head and shoving your mouth down and on his cock. “That’s it, baby girl, choke on my dick. You know how I like it.”

You suck in a breath of air through your nose, hollowing your cheeks and begin sucking and licking every inch of your boyfriend’s length. You gag around him when the swollen head hits the back of your throat, but you quickly begin breathing through your nose and focusing on the pleasure JJ’s tongue was giving you once more.

The room is filled with the sounds of grunts, moans and all three of your heavy breathing. Your pussy clenches around JJ’s fingers as he continues to finger you and suck fervently at your clit. “I- ‘m gonna cum, J, shit!”

You moan loudly around John B’s cock as the band snaps, an earth shattering orgasm rushing through you and soaking JJ’s tongue and fingers.

John B continues harshly thrusting himself in and out of your mouth while JJ continues to finger fuck your pussy, his tongue licking and sucking at your clit, pushing you to a point of overstimulation.

You feel John B’s cock swell inside your mouth, a few more harsh thrusts and a deathly tight grip on your hair, you feel his cock twitch before the warm, salty taste of his cum coats your tongue. You continue to suck him furiously, helping him ride out his high as JJ’s tongue and fingers work you toward your second orgasm.

“Fffffuck! Always know how to make me feel so good, princess. Such a good girl.” John B praises, stroking softly at your cheek with his fingers.

You let out one final moan as JJ has you coming undone around his fingers again before pulling them from you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You fall limp in John B’s lap, allowing him to softly stroke your bare back.

“Thank y’all… I feel.. A lot better.” JJ says softly.

John B smiles at him, nodding his head once. “Of course, you know we’re always here for you man.”

You let out a hum of agreement, your eyes fluttering shut, the sound of your boyfriend and his best friend conversing the last thing you hear before sleep claims you.

JJ AND JB TAGLISTS: @princessslutt //@thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles // @rafesthroatbaby //@sturnioloshacker // @starkeysprincess // @rafescurtainbangz // @atorturedpoetx // @redhead1180 //@maybankskiss // @jjsmarijuana // @romaescapes //@kisses4angel // @lovelysturnioloos // @maybankslover // @simars3 // @urbimom // @antagonize-me-motherfucker // @princesssuki21 // @ijustwanttoreadlols // @baennied // @hyperfixationgirl // @chiaraanatra // @chimindity

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[cute-sucker]

note: im begging for requests for this au!!! i'm sobbing, idk what character it is <3

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jonbee taking care of you during an apocalypse and you're in near tears begging him to kiss you. it happens all the time, the casual way that he's dominant over you. if it's the way that he's so much taller, the way his rough hands feel on yours. he always drops a kiss on your forehead before serving you french toast.

you love the normality of it all. the way he's humming the song on the radio, and you're bobbing your head to it. ivy is growing in the trailer park, and the shorts you have on have dirt smudges all over it when the two of you were running.

yet john b is giving you everything he can to serve you a normal lifestyle. he's trying everything to make you feel better, tucking back your hair, and coaxing you to eat. he's even found an old apron that has, 'kiss the chef,' on it, and suddenly your tearing up, holding up your brittle knife and fork.

hot tears drip down your face, as you sniffle quietly nudging at the food on your plate. almost immediately john b turns around, eyes full of concern.

"hey? hey, what's wrong?" he murmers, dropping down to your level. his hat is on backwards, and you fight the urge to turn it the other way. "don't cry pup," he cooes, grazing your wet cheeks, and you fight the urge of jumping into his arms, or asking to sit on his lap. after all, the two of you are platonic anyways. that's clear to tell.

you choke on your sob, "iono, just feel this pressure on my chest. i really need to be close to someone." even as you say this, your eyes are wide ready to be rejected, but john be is always there for you, as his hands snake up your sides, and sits you down on his lap.

"alright now. let's eat something now. maybe that'll make the ache go away."

you nodd at his soft words. he's right, he's always right. the two of you could barley find normal food now, always preservatives, or food that makes you hurt. you like it when he embraces you like this, his big arms around your waist, as you feel like a kid swinging your legs. and yet here you are crying the one day that there is good food.

suddenly you feel worse. the world is ending, and you'll be dead soon, and john be will never be with you, and you will have never kissed anyone. you'll never be a librarian in a niche town with a husband who would kiss you off your feet. no, you will have never kissed someone! what a tragedy to love someone so deeply yet never touch their soothing lips. maybe john b's lips on yours would fix everything.

you feel so stupid.

finally, john b puts the fork down, warm breath on your neck, and he sets you off his lap to look you in the eye.

"i need you to tell me what's wrong, and so i can fix it." he whispers to you, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. you shake your head, feeling the pounding feeling in your chest, as if you were going to vomit but your stomach was empty.

john b sighs, his voice firm now, "this won't go away. show me where it hurts. do you feel sick?" he murmurs to you, giving you his hand to guide, and you tentivally take it to place it on your heart.

"here," you croak, "it hurts here."

he looks surprised, yet his eyes are warm as he speaks in his soothing tone, his words practically melting in your mouth, "why does it hurt pup?"

"i need you to kiss me," you blurt out, and let go of his hand, "so it can stop."

he tilts his head almost amused, "yea? you need me to kiss you, so your heart can stop hurting."

you hate the way he's teasing you, a soft lint in his tone, his large hands still settling on you as he talks to you. he's so gentle with you it burns your skin, it burns everything inside of you.

"i can't take it. i can't take the fact that i've never kissed someone," and then you pause, your voice a whimper, "i can't take it that i haven't kissed you jonbee-"

and then without a doubt, he looks at you again, his eyes so feverious, so full of emotion, burning with the exact same fire that you feel your body ablaze with.

just like that john b cups your jaw, and kisses you so sweetly you see stars.

[avenging-fandoms]

john b literally does it for me.

wanna fuck him in the back of the twinkie NOT EVEN SORRY BOUT IT.

**yeah it's a situationship. complicated. seems like jombie **and yes i make him beg. *smut and angst cause i LOVE writing angst

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"John B Routledge!" you bang on his screen door. "You owe me a beach day!" You shout and bang on it some more until a very aggravated John B opened the door. You opened the screen door and smile at your friend. "Morning sunshine, you owe me a beach day.”

"I don't owe you shit, Yn."

"You don't?" You cross your arms, looking at him. "I covered for your ass when Sarah asked where you were. Said you were out somewhere with your dad when you were hiding in my room from her." Your fingers tap his chest. "I lied to your girlfriend, so you promised me a beach day."

John B sighed. "Ex, she cheated. With Topper. And fine, give me 10 minutes." You clap and lay on his couch, closing your eyes as you listen to him rustle around. "Alright, let's go, brat."

"Brat. This brat helped you out." John B pushed your head and you both hop into the twinkie. John B drove to your favorite beach in the Outer Banks, far from where anyone could find you two.

You set out your blanket and towel, John B coming over with the bag and cooler. You take off your shirt and shorts, catching John B staring for too long. "Can you help me put the sunscreen on, JB?"

"Uh, yeah, of course." He took the bottle and moved your hair, massaging the lotion into your back. He moved down and covered your ass and down your thighs, and you had to bite your knuckle. He just broke up with his girlfriend 2 days ago, but you couldn't help but want him. You had him first.

You and John B were friends who later added the 'with benefits' part. It went on for months, no strings attached. He then stopped hanging out with you altogether when he started dating Sarah, then came back around when they were serious.

You turn around and face him, John B rubbing lotion into his hands and smoothing over your chest, hesitant on covering your boobs. "Nothing you have touched before, JB." His cheeks turned red as he put sunscreen all over your front.

"My turn." He took off his shirt and you bite your lip softly, putting lotion over his chest and v-line. He gasped softly and you turn him around. You rub it into his back, scratching down his skin, knowing it drove him crazy.

"Alright, I think I'lm going to swim for a bit, clear my head." You nod and play music on your phone, laying in the sun with your eyes closed. John B was gone for more than an hour, and came back pruny and dripping wet.

"Good swim?"

"So good, I thought of literally everything I could think of." John B laid next to you and closed his eyes, and you watched the water droplets slide down and off his body. You bit your lip and flipped onto your stomach, groaning. "Takes too much to suntan?"

"No, asshat. My shoulders and back are killing me." You huff and lay your cheek on your hand, John B sitting up and sitting with his wet trunks on your thighs. "Ah, JB it's cold!" You laugh and he smiles.

"Just relax, are there knots in your shoulder and back?" You nod and he presses his thumbs into your shoulders, massaging out the first knot he found and you moan rather loudly. "Haven't heard that in a while." He mumbled softly, but you still heard him. You did it purposely now, knowing he liked it. And John B purposefully found tough knots just to hear you moan.

After he got off you sat up and rolled out your shoulders, a smile on your face. "JJ's couldn't get them out. He was so rough I told him to never touch me again." John B laughs and stands up, holding out his hand. "I'm not going in the water, you're crazy."

"Why not? Why come to the beach then?" He asks and looks at you, his hair still damp in his face. You studied him. His head blocked the sun, his hands on his hips which pushed his shorts down a bit, giving you a good eye level shot of his v-line.

You protested. John B rolled his eyes at your stubbornness, grabbing your waist and throwing you over his shoulder. You laugh and hit his back as his right hand held onto the back of your thighs. "Hold your breath!" He yelled as he jumped into the water with you.

The two of you spent some time in the water, floating and talking. "Do you want Sarah back?" John B stayed silent. "The girl cheated and you still want her?"

"Can you blame me, Yn? I've been in love with this girl for so long. We've been through so much, I don't want to give up on her. It'll take time but I know I'll forgive her."

"Right." You nod and swim to shore, pushing your hair behind your back and squeezing the water out, drying your body and hair.

"Yn, where are you going? Why are you mad at what I said?" John B's hands were in front of him, and he was utterly confused as you angrily shoved your blanket and towel into your bag.

"What about me, John B?"

Finally. 5 years of being in love with John B and 3 years of Sarah Cameron and on-and-off fucking around, you finally asked it.

"What about all the things we've been through together? How we used to spend every night with each other? Hell, even have sex when you and Sarah were done! I don't know why I even try. You still want the broad after cheating." You pulled on your shorts, leaving your shirt off. "Thanks for the beach day, I'll find another ride home." You start to walk past the Twinkie but John B catches up to you.

"Yn, stop being an idiot." You drop the bag and look at him, his hand holding your face. "Did you really think I would come here with you just as friends? The way I wanted to keep touching you." His fingers fell to your bathing suit top, breath hitting yours as he pushed the strap off your shoulders. "You were poison, Yn Yln. You're intoxicating. I need you."

You slide open the door, sitting on the cushion and he climbs in after you like a lost puppy and you slam the door. You push your hips forward, John B on his knees as he looked at you desperately. "Tell me."

"Tell you.. what?"

You lean forward, the other strap falling and John B got a perfect view of your chest. "Tell me how bad you need me."

"Fuck, Yn, I think of you every fucking day. Your body, the way you sound." His hands touch your knees, pushing up towards your shorts. "I need to taste you, God I remember you tasting so sweet." Your eyes got heavy as he pulled your shorts off. You put your heel on the seat, John B untying the knot on your hips and taking off your bottoms.

"Anything you want, John B." You cursed yourself for letting yourself fall for him again, but how could you not? John B leaned forward with his eyes trained on yours, tongue flicking against your clit slowly as you let out soft whimpers.

"Go ahead, tell me how bad you need more." John B taunted and you look at him, and he looked at you with a devilish grin. His fingers rub up and down your folds, waiting for your words.

"Fuck, John B. Eat me like your last fucking meal. Fuck me like you're dying tomorrow, I don't care what you do. I need you." You grab his face and kiss him, a satisfied hum coming from his mouth against yours. John B slides his fingers inside and you gasp against his mouth, gripping his hair.

You moan into his mouth as he picks up his pace, hand around your neck as he pushes your head back, laying you down on the seat and fucking you with his fingers the fastest he could. "John B!" You exclaim and he pulls away with a smile. "You dickhead."

"You know how I like to make you cum, and it's not like that." You sat up and switched positions with John B, pulling his shorts down before he could sit down. You toss them behind you and drool at the sight of his leaky cock.

"Missed me, JB?" You smirk and kitten lick the tip, taking him into your mouth. John B let out a little whimper as you push him down your throat.

"Good girl, take all of me. Fuck yes, you're so good." He huffed and leaned forward, untying your top and throwing it with the pile of clothes. His left hand held your hair as the other one toyed with your nipple. You gag on him and he lets outa breath, laughing as he grabbed your chin and pulled you up, grinning as you gasp for air.

"You did miss me."

"Oh, I missed hearing you gag on my dick." He hums and kisses you, pulling you onto his lap. You grab his cock and his hand grips the back of your head, pushing your head down. "Watch, baby. Watch me fill you up."

You sit down on him, gasping at the foreign feeling. You held his face, moving your hips and John B moans against your mouth. "You feel so good, Yn. Fuck."

John B laid you on the seat, thrusting his hips into you and wrapping his hand around your throat. "Fuck, you are perfect." His hands fall down your front, thumb rubbing your clit. You grab his biceps and gasp, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Already, sweetheart? We're just getting started." you whimper his name and dig your nails into his skin. "Come on, baby. Let me hear those pretty moans."

"Fuck, John B! Shit!" Your legs shook around his body, John B still moving his hips.

"Fuck I love hearing you scream my name." John B got off of you and you bend over the cushion, his hand spanking you a few times roughly. He pushed himself into you, holding onto the seat above your head as he slammed into you.

John B grabbed your hair in his fist and you look at him. "JJ fucks so much better." You moan and he laughs.

"Sarah rides better." You pull away from him and push him onto the seat again, sliding down on him and bouncing your hips. John B's hand smoothed up your stomach and twisted your nipple in his fingers.

You lean forward and bite his neck, his breath getting choppy. You bit harder and sat up, kissing him lazily as his hands hold your back. "You gonna cum for me, John B? You gonna fill me up like old times?"

"Holy.. God.. damn it." John B pressed you down against him and you whimper, shivering as he pumps his cum into you. He bounced you on top of him, rubbing your clit and you fist his hair, hips shaking as you cum around him. "I will never get tired of watching you cum." He let out a small laugh and kissed your sweaty chest, your fingers combing through his hair.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, wanna meet me at the snack shack?" You get off of him and he nods, John B helping you tie your top. You tie the strings at your hips and throw his button up over your body.

"That's my shirt." You open the door and slide your shoes on.

"I thought you liked me in your clothes?" You wink and head to the bathroom. You fix your hair and check your phone, hearing your voice being called. You look behind you thinking it was John B, but you look to the left and it was someone much worse.

Sarah fucking Cameron.

There you stood. Just-had-sex hair, John B's shirt, sweat, scratches and bite marks. She wasn't stupid, you knew she'd notice right away.

"Yn, hi!" She hugs you and you pat her back, putting on your best smile. "How are you?"

Her eyes scan your body and you grew nervous. You saw John B walking towards you and you try to signal that it was Sarah. "Uh, I'm uh.. alright. Just trying to.. enjoy my summer."

Sarah wasn't stupid. She looked behind her and John B ducked behind a trash can. "John B?"

He stood up slowly and you backed up from her, closer to John B. She put it together. His shirt on you, the marks on his neck. "Sarah."

"Didn't take you long to move on, John B" she crossed your arms and you laugh. "Something funny?"

"How are you gonna get mad at him for fucking someone else when you cheated on him? It's your fault." Sarah's face turned red and John B's hand rubbed your back.

"We were together when you got with Topper. I'm single getting with Yn. There's a difference. See you around, Sarah." You two walk past her and you poke him.

"I still have to use the bathroom, JB."

"Okay, I'll be the bodyguard to make sure she doesn't try anything in the bathroom."

"You act like I haven't kicked her ass before."

[andy-15-07]

Sweet Dreams

masterlist ! pairing: John B x reader

Summary : John B wakes up next to the love of his life.

Outer Banks Masterlist

John B yawned, rubbing his eyes as he crawled into bed beside Y/n, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of her peaceful face. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on her features. He couldn't help but smile as he reached out to brush a strand of hair away from her face.

Y/n stirred slightly, a contented sigh escaping her lips as she snuggled closer to him. "Hey," she murmured sleepily, her voice thick with drowsiness.

"Hey," John B whispered back, his fingers tracing patterns on her arm. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you."

Y/n blinked sleepily, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. "It's okay," she said with a small smile. "I'm glad you're here."

John B's heart swelled with warmth at her words. "Me too," he admitted, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I love you, Y/n."

Y/n's smile widened, her eyes shining with affection. "I love you too, John B," she replied softly, her hand finding his beneath the blankets.

They lay there in comfortable silence for a moment, simply reveling in each other's presence. The stresses of the day melted away as they basked in the warmth of their love.

"You know," Y/n said suddenly, breaking the quiet, "I've been thinking."

John B raised an eyebrow, curious. "About what?"

Y/n hesitated for a moment, chewing on her bottom lip. "About us," she confessed. "About our future."

John B's heart skipped a beat at her words, a rush of excitement flooding through him. "What about our future?" he asked eagerly.

Y/n shifted to face him, her eyes meeting his with determination. "I want us to be together forever, John B," she said earnestly. "I want to wake up next to you every morning, and fall asleep in your arms every night."

John B felt a lump form in his throat at her heartfelt words. He reached out to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing across her skin tenderly. "I want that too, Y/n," he said softly. "More than anything."

Y/n smiled, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Promise me," she whispered. "Promise me that no matter what happens, we'll always find our way back to each other."

John B's heart swelled with emotion as he gazed into her eyes, seeing all the love and trust reflected back at him. "I promise," he vowed, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I'll always find my way back to you, Y/n. Always."

Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes as she threw her arms around him, holding him close as if she never wanted to let him go. "I love you so much, John B," she breathed, her voice choked with emotion.

"I love you too, Y/n," John B murmured, his own voice thick with tears. He held her tightly, savoring the feeling of her in his arms, knowing that as long as they had each other, they could weather any storm.

And as they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's embrace, they knew that no matter what the future held, as long as they were together, they could conquer anything that came their way. For they were not just two souls entwined, but two hearts beating as one, united in a love that was destined to last a lifetime.

[bunnycvnts]

Request for John b: reader finds out she is pregnant and is scared to tell John b because they are still teenagers.

pairing: john b x reader

warnings: teen pregnancy. one mention of throwing up. i think that’s it.

tears filled your eyes and your hands shook, the positive pregnancy test trembling in your tight grip. you couldn’t believe it, you’d done everything imaginable to practice safe sex. from condoms, birth control, and even a few plan b’s. the bathroom felt colder than it had three minutes ago, and goosebumps rose on your smooth skin.

standing in the mirror, you pushed your belly out, trying to imagine what it’d look like when it was swollen—you and john b’s child growing inside you. you loved him, truly, but you guys weren’t ready for a child. hell, you were still children yourselves. both sixteen and living life carefree, only focused on getting the gold, careers and education be damned.

you wiped at your eyes and cheeks, trying to clean them from the spilled tears, and called the only person you could think of. pope.

pope was your best friend, having grown up next door to each other and being in various classes together throughout your educational lives. his family was yours, and vice versa. he even introduced you to john b. the rest was kind of history.

when pope arrived, slightly panicked from your cryptic call, he found you still sitting on the bathroom floor, your back leaning onto the cold tub. his eyes shot around the room, trying to make sense of your watery eyes and distressed breathing. it didn’t take long for him to narrow in on the small test lying on the sink. you watched as he surveyed the situation, and knew when his eyes practically popped out of his skull that he had noticed it.

“pope, what do i do?” your tone was meek, like a small child who was scared to get yelled at.

pope’s mouth opened and shut, searching for the right words.

“you have to tell him.”

this only made you sob harder. you were horrified of telling john b. he was so close to finding the gold, and you didn’t want to ruin that for him. he was more and more hopeful every day, and you just knew that he’d be disappointed in what was now forming inside your womb.

pope sank against the tub, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to pull you into his side.

“hey, it’s gonna be fine, we’ll figure this out. we always do. i mean, a baby isn’t ideal but statistically, it was probably bound to happen. teen pregnancy is far more common than you think.” pope rambling off statistics made you let out a small chuckle, which prompted a smile from the boy.

“i promise, we got this. the first step is telling him.”

you nodded at your best friend, his figure bleary from your watery eyes, but you knew his gaze held nothing but kindness. you talked for the next hour, going over possible scenarios of telling john b, both of you still lying against the uncomfortable bend of the tub.

by the next day, you were ready to tell john b. you’d driven to the chateau, making sure he’d be home beforehand, and that jj or any other pogues were long gone. when you raised your fist to knock on the wooden door, he surprised you by swinging it open before your knuckles made contact.

“are you like … breaking up with me?” a frown sat on your boyfriends lips, hesitation clear in his eyes. a small gasp left your mouth, and you shook your head ‘no’. you pushed past him, dragging him inside the home, and sat on the couch while he sat next to you, a larger distance than normal placed between you.

“i have to tell you something, and you have to promise you won’t freak out or end things or whatever. okay?” your hands shook nervously as you picked at your cuticles, which were now torn apart from the anxiety consuming you the night before.

“i promise. just tell me.” john b was on the edge of his seat, and worry laced his tone. he had no clue what his girlfriend was about to tell him, but her words scared him slightly.

“so, i don’t know what happened, or why it happened. i don’t know, john b. but i started getting sick like a week ago, and im so tired lately. then, i missed my period. and, well, i got worried and took a test and im pregnant.” tears filled your eyes, and you chewed on your lower lip harshly, scared to meet his eyes as he let the information sink in. after lingering silence, you looked up at him and were surprised to find him grinning at the floor. you sat in the quiet for a bit longer before he decided to speak.

“so, i’m gonna be a dad?” you could hear the excitement in his voice, furrowing your eyebrows at him. you nodded lightly, overall confused by his reaction. you’d thought he’d cry, vomit or even throw something, but grinning? that was never on your list.

your thoughts were cut off by john b picking you up and swinging you around, laughing excitedly.

“baby, we’re gonna be parents! little pogues running around ‘n shit! jayj is gonna fuckin’ flip!” his laughter echoed in your eyes and you cried harder, laughing softly as he spun you around. he stopped abruptly and grabbed your cheeks to hold them in both of his large hands, the size of which encompassed the entire sides of your face.

“no, what? what’s wrong, love? why are you crying?” his thumbs reached out to wipe away your fallen tears. your bottom lip trembled when you went to speak.

“i just..i was so scared of how you’d react. i never imagined you’d be happy about it.”

john b’s face softened at your words, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“how could i be anything but excited when finding out the love of my life is literally walking around with a piece of us forming inside her.”

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take care

word count: 1k

a/n: quick lil thing that popped into my mind after a hang out (😭😭), reminder that my requests are open and i will literally write almost anything y’all send in 🫡

summary: finally figuring out what works sex wise with new bf!john b

warnings: smut ofc, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, licking cum

“think i know just what you need, mama” john b says

spreading your legs open with his warm, rugged hands, pulling your already soaked panties off of you and tucking them into his pocket. “for later” he says, shooting you a look that makes your legs even weaker than they were before.

“ ‘m sorry that i was a brat today…i’ll be better tomorrow, promise” you assure him. he makes sure you’re looking right at him and starts rubbing your sensitive clit “let’s hope you can keep that promise, baby..” he whispers

your legs start twitching around his hands for a quick moment, he takes this as a chance to grip one of your thighs with his free hand “keep ‘em open for me, okay?” he orders. you nod, forehead already starting to sweat as you start to feel the aching of your core.

“can you…put your fingers in already?” you mutter, half not wanting him to hear you. he does as you ask, quickly sticking one thick digit into your folds, you felt your back start to arch as he curled his finger inside of you.

kissing your neck, he adds a second finger, making you whine for the first time that night. “mhm…keep ‘em right there” your eyes shut close, you don’t know how you’ll control yourself when he finally slips inside.

he pulls his fingers out of you and licks them clean of your arousal, holding your chin up with his other hand to make you look at him. “want you inside ‘f me already” you whimper, a smug look washing over his face.

“you sure you’re ready?” you nod again, laying further back onto his bed “ ‘kay then, tell me if it hurts, we can take it slow” he reminds you. you take his shorts off, palming him through his boxers, and then finally taking his cock in your hands.

running your thumb over his tip, you hear his breathe catch in his throat, you lick his swollen tip for a quick moment, just enough for a little bit of precum to cover it.

“ ‘m ready.” you say, trying not to cum at the sight of him like this, he begins rubbing the head on your already swollen clit, little hums of pleasure coming from the both of you fill the room.

finally, he slips right into you, inch by inch, it’s almost painful at first but that feeling quickly fades away and is replaced by a mind-numbing sense of fullness.

his hips jerk against yours by pure instinct, eager to push himself deeper inside, as deep as he possibly can. mewls slip from his lips to yours as the two of you try to keep quiet, the kiss only doing so much to make up for how loud the both of you were becoming.

this wasn’t the first time in the relationship that you had had sex together but it was definitely one of the few times, you both were still figuring out what the other liked and what worked for the two of you.

you pull off of him as much as you could without letting his tip slip out, quickly sliding his dick back into your dripping cunt. it’s almost like you could feel him in your stomach “so fuckin’ good f’ me” he squishs your face with his huge hand, making you laugh.

“stop looking at me…’m gonna cum” you moan, your walls clenching around him, nails dug deep into his tanned skin. “me too…don’t know how much longer I can last when you do that….fuck” throwing his head back in pleasure, brunette hair sticking to his forehead.

soon enough he has you on all fours, your hair in his hands, you can only manage to get a few gibberish words out as he pounds into you from the back. “yesyesyesyes….fuck” you scream, hiding your face in his pillows.

john b can’t even look you in the eyes because he knows he’ll cum right then and there, he continues ramming into your needy pussy, holding on to your hair and the small of your back for dear life.

low, breathy moans forcing themselves out of him, he flips you back onto your back. “are you close?” he asks, trying to catch his breathe, wiping the sweat off of his face. “mhm, you can cum now, don’t pull out…” you tell him, he’s never seen you like this , he’s finally figured out what works the best for the both of you.

“you sure?” he questions, squeezing the fat of your plush ass “fuck yes, want you to fill me up…” you cry. john b immediately began thrusting into you at a pace that had you feeling like you were being split open from the sheer size of him and how good him fucking you like this felt.

he cums right then and there, he smacks your aching cunt which makes you do the same. the both of you laying still as john b’s thick load of seed starting to spill out of you, he takes two fingers, slips them into your spent pussy, and sticks them into your mouth.

he grips your waist as you warm his cock, pulling out to press messy kisses to your neck and back “love seeing you like this…all fucked out” john b makes you face him, rubbing his thumb over your lips that you had biten when he was ruthlessly sinking into you over and over.

“is that what you like, hm?” he smirks, moving your hair out of your flushed face, you nod, not being able to speak from how exhausted you were. “you did so good for me, so good” he praises, kissing your forehead and cheek.

that in itself could make you wet again if you weren’t so worn out “love you…” you somehow managed to say, looking away because of how hot you felt your face getting. “i love you so much” he laughed as he pressed another long kiss to your cheek.

john b really was everything you’d thought he’d be like as a boyfriend, and more, this was just another thing you could add to the list of things you loved about being with him.

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AHHH! I literally love all your fics! You’re definitely one of my favorite writers for OBX! okay first thing! Can I please be on the tag list for obx fics and second! Could you maybe write some JJ or John B smut with them being total bottoms maybe with some f receiving oral and degration 🥺🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 actual begging here (I love ur writing so much it’s actually amazing)

awh thank you so much!!! And ofc I’ll add you asap!! :D

Imo, John b would definitely be a switch! but just for you, this is more on the sub side ^^

sometimes after long, drug out, missions where they lost to kooks yet again—he needs a break. He needs to take his mind off of things, and what better way than to let you do all the thinking for him??

his favorite way to do that is by giving you other worldly head. And I mean face sitting, to the point where he thinks he’s taking his last breath between your thighs, but he honestly doesn’t even care. “Dirty whore, aren’t you, pretty boy? Just f’me, hm?” You’d coo at him, running your nails through his messy hair. He’d nod against your pussy, his own groans sending vibrations through your core.

His cock sat against his stomach, throbbing painfully and hard. His tip was an angry color, begging for your attention as your hand reached around to wrap around it. His hips bucked into your hand, and you clicked your tongue. “Don’t be greedy, slut.” You hissed out. He whimpered, digging his tongue into your cunt in hopes of pleasing you enough to make you jerk him off.

and god, when you finally do, he’s such a cute mess! His babbles and whines muffled by your cunt, and you could see your slick on his nose from riding his face. His pupils were blown out, and when you tried to lift off of his face, he pulled you right back down. You were sure his jaw was sore, and it was, but that didn’t stop him from making you squirt for a third time all over him! he loves your pussy so much :)

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END OF THE WORLD ⋆·˚ ༘ *

navigation ! masterlist

warnings: none

summary: after kiara tells you a little secret, you start to doubt you and john b's relationship.

inspired by: intro (end of the world) - ariana grande

author's note: for @satelitis <3

The waves seemed fine today, so Kie called you, saying you should go for a surf. You couldn't refuse, you missed your time as a duo, so you grabbed your surfboard and went to the door of the cheateu to leave.

"Babe! Where to?" John B calls from the kitchen, with JJ looking up to see where you were going.

"Surfing with Kie. We're going to the beach to surf. Might go to the wreck for lunch after." You said as you pulled your orange adidas sambas on.

"We will be there, madame." JJ chimes in and you roll your eyes. "No, you won't." You say.

"Yes. With Pope. At 3." John B says and walks up to you, kissing your nose. You chuckle and open the door, walking onto the porch. How could you ever say no to him?

You'd only started dating for a few weeks after being friends for a while. He gave you a bouquet of lillies that he'd saved money on and asked you to be his girlfriend. You'd cried.

You picked Kie up and drove to the beach, parking the Twinkie and running to the ocean with your bare foot.

You both chuckled as you tripped and fell face-first into the water. It felt pure, you never doubted your friends.

But then, Kie said something.

"Can I tell you something?" She said hesitantly.

"Sure thing." You said and smiled, not having any idea what was about to come.

"Um... John B and I kissed. A few weeks ago. It... wasn't a big deal, it didn't lead to anything, we didn't feel the same, but I'd thought I'd let you know." She said, avoiding your gaze, looking down at the calm waves rocking your surfboards.

You feel tears swell up in your eyes. Sure, it was before you and him got together, and sure, they weren't a thing anymore, but really? John B and Kie?

You couldn't lie, you always felt a little... less beautiful than her. Not just in looks, but in personality. The talents that she had, the music that she listened to, the clothes that she'd wear. She knew all the right things to say at the right times. Everyone liked her, liked how she'd light up a room when she walked in, how she'd get good grades and care about the environment and turtles. You weren't like that, of course John B would kiss her. Maybe he still even liked her, but settled for less.

You didn't go to the wreck with her afterwards. You mumbled up an apology and dropped her off, rushing back home. The other pogues were already there, all hanging out with her. Of course they didn't notice. They're too busy looking at her.

Your phone goes off. John B. You sigh and answer it. "Yeah?"

"Baby, are you not coming?" He sounds disappointed from the other side. You feel your stomach stir and your tears fall. You only manage a "no" without your voice breaking.

"Okay. Something's wrong. I'm coming back." He says as you shake your head like he could see you.

"No, there's no need..." You plead, but he's already hung up.

You spend the rest 10 minutes with your head in your pillow, muffling your cries. You hear the door slam open, John B walking in. You don't raise your head to see him, but hear him come lay down on the bed next to you. His finger dance again your back, caressing you.

He doesn't say a word, waiting for you to speak first.

If the sun refused to shine

Baby, would I still be your lover?

Would you want me there?

If the moon went dark tonight

And if it all ended tomorrow

Would I be the one on your mind, your mind, your mind?

"Do you like her?" You say after a few minutes, and you hear him shift next to you.

"Baby, who?" He whispers, running his hands through your hair.

You sniff. "Kie."

"What? No! Why would I?" He says without hesitation, gently grabbing your shoulders and turning you to face him. "Baby, what's going on?"

"She told me you two kissed before me dated." You say and looked at his amber glossy eyes. "That was... such a long time ago. I don't even remember it." He says and leans in to kiss your nose.

"I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. You're just enough for me." He says and you smile, burying your head in the crook of his neck. His arms cradle you, rubbing small circles against your back.

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JOHN B FIC RECS

fluff = 🌊, angst = 🥥, smut = 🌴, headcanons/other = 🍸

- out of my limit 🌴

- on my boat? 🌴 (part 2)

- safe haven 🥥🌊

- fluff alphabet 🍸

- flying high 🌊

- off his mind 🥥

- hold me 🥥 (tw for sa)

- dating john b 🍸

- early morning loving 🌊

- you’re the view 🌴

i will keep adding to this so feel free to send some fics!

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Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me

Summary: Penelope Featherington has moved on from her childish crush and so called friends. Can Colin handle his pen no longer hanging off his every word and who are the new people she’s surrounding herself with.

Word Count: 1.3k

Chapter Warnings: cussing, slight arguing, time travel

3rd person pov:

Penelope Featherington made her way out of the ballroom. Tears threaten to fall from her eyes. Seeing her best friend with the person whom she hated most had nearly made her come undone. The tension rose even more once Cressida purposely stepped on the bottom layer of fabric on her dress, causing it to rip. The laughter of the those nearby made her sink in shame. So now she ran as fast as her little legs could carry her. She made it out of the long hallway to the side door, which led her to the beautifully manicured garden. She stopped for a moment to catch her breath sitting down on the half-brick wall that separated the terrace from the pathway of the garden. She pressed a hand to her chest, the pressure helping with the erratic beating of her heart.

“Pen!” Her head jerked up at the sound of her company. Her eyes grew colder.

“Mr. Bridgerton.” She replied, standing up and making sure to keep a respectable distance between both of them. Colin upturned his head in confusion.

“Pen, how are you?” His cheerful voice used to bring butterflies to life in the pit of her stomach. Now it rolled in revulsion.

“I am well, Mr. Bridgeton; now if you would excuse me, I have the most unbearable headache, and I wish to return home.” She said coming up with an excuse off the top of her head. She tried to rush past him to round the corner of the house. He reached out his hand, wrapping around her forearm. Pulling her to a stop.

"Pen, are we okay?” He asked hesitantly, “It’s just that I wrote you this summer and you never replied; admittedly, not many people did, but if you are going to make me say it, I’ve missed you.” His eyes held sincerity. She closed hers briefly to keep from rolling her eyes.

“You missed me, but you would never court me?” She mumbled.

“What?” He whispered out in shock.

“That’s what you said last summer. At my mother’s ball, I heard you, before you try to deny it.” She held his gaze as he struggled to form words, trying to think of anything to redeem himself. “The problem is, I never asked you too. You were the one who sought me out at balls to dance, correct?” He nodded. “I didn’t write to you first; you wrote me. I didn’t make a spectacle in front of your mother claiming to care for you as a dear friend; you did. I most certainly didn’t ruin your reputation in front of half of the eligible women in the ton.” He could hardly look her in the eyes. “Now if you would kindly let go of my arm so I could go home.” She hissed, pulling her arm out of his grasps. He watched silently as she turned the corner, walking to the front of the house. He stumbled forward, trying to catch up with her.

“Pen…Penelope!” He yelled, gaining the attention of quite a few people who lingered outside. She looked back briefly before climbing into a carriage he did not recognize as one of the Featheringtons. He could hardly make out a group of people who had already been inside the carriage house. “Penelope!” His pleats fell on deaf ears as the carriage driver pulled away. He was left standing outside, slightly out of breath and disheveled. And that’s where he stood and told his mother, and his elder brother came outside looking for him.

Penelope pov: . My heart beat rings loudly in my ears, as the sound of hoofbeats hits the cobblestone. I let my eyes linger on Colin for a little longer than I should have as we drove away. A knee from across the coach bumped into mine. I looked to the owner of the leg that was nudging mine. John Booker Routledge sat opposite me with a worried look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him.

“If you need some time before helping us, you can take it.” He said. Kiara, Pope, and JJ are all nodding in agreement. I gave them a half smile.

“I’m okay; it needed to happen. Plus, if I don’t help you, who will? Now let me see those papers.” I reach my hand out to take the handful of paperwork from JJ. Looking over the ship manifesto. The dates catch my attention. Those dates lined up with the dates Colin traveled home.

"Well, it looks like the easiest person that could help us would be the boy I just told off.” I said placing the papers in my lap, bringing my hands to my temples, and rubbing them. Everyone else is sharing a look. The mischievous smiles bring up memories of our first meeting.

*THREE YEARS AGO*

“I can’t believe Colin wouldn’t even hear me out. Maybe she was right; he will never see me that way. I’ll always be stuck as his little sister.” I thought to myself bitterly as tears flooded my vision as I tried to make it back to my house. "Well, if he didn’t want to listen to reason, then he can listen to whistledown.” I dried my eyes with the back of my hand. I looked to my home, where I could see my mother, Marina, and my sisters celebrating the fact they successfully tricked the Bridgertons into joining our families together. My stomach turned as they toast to their deceit.

“I can’t be there, not right not.” I mumbled out loud. No one would miss me if I disappeared for a few hours, along as I’m home before sunrise. I let myself fall back into the darkness after I dropped the latest column off nearly an hour ago, much to my printer's annoyance. So now I stood Wondering around the woods that surround Mayfair. Wallowing in my self-pity and the drink I stole from my father's study. The moon danced behind the tall oak trees. The only thing keeping me company is the owls above me. Until a noise came from deep into the woods. The distinct sound of human voices spooking me. I stumbled back into a tree, catching my dress. I pulled frantically, trying to untangle myself. A little light shines through the trees. Oh Lord, someone has discovered that I am missing. Mother must have caused a scene and woke up half the ton, no telling how many people are out looking for me. I could hear a group of people talking as the light grew closer. I fell back to the ground, trying to make myself as small as possible. My maid's outfit makes it a little easier. I closed my eyes and held my breath.

“Hello… Are you okay?” A man asked with a funny accent. He placed a hand on my leg, making my eyes fly open. A group of 4 people stood in front of me. Their clothes and hair looked completely different to anything I’d ever seen. They had a girl with them; she had on the oddest pair of pants and a shirt. The boys looked the same, just their pants were slightly longer than hers. I stared, opened mouthed, at them. The boy in front of me put a hand on my head, feeling about something. ”Did you hit your head?”

“I....I am fine.... Thank you,” I whispered out. He smiled before passing the light to one of his friends. He stood up and held his hand out to me. I slowly placed my hands into his, my face reddening. I’d never been so close to a man that I was not related to other than Colin, and he never held my bare hand before. He pulled me up to him.

“I’m John B; these are my friends Kie, JJ, and Pope.” He said, pointing to each person. I let a tiny smile play on my lips.

“Hello, I’m Penelope Fetherington.”

“So penny, do you know where we are?” The blonde man identified as JJ asked.

“We are in Mayfair, England.”

“What the fuck.”

[cameronsprincess]

— warnings: smut! 18+ mean!john b, bimbo!reader, degrading, oral (m receiving), slight choking, fingering, hair pulling.

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“he’s my best friend, y/n! and you don’t expect me to get upset that you were flirting with him?”

you sink down into the couch further, fighting the tears that pricked at your eyes. you’d never seen john b. so upset before. you didn’t mean to make him so mad. you only flirted with jj because you’d saw him talking to sarah cameron. his ex girlfriend. it set you off, so naturally, you wanted to hit him where it hurt. flirting with jj.

“i-i didn’t mean to make you so mad, baby.. it-it was innocent. i-i was just upset that you were talking to sarah, i’m- i’m sorry” you choked out, finally letting your hot tears fall down your face.

“maybe don’t be such a slut! have you ever thought of that? hmm? sarah means nothing to me!”

you stand from your spot on the couch, taking a step toward john b and smacking his chest. “and jj means nothing to me!”

you turn quickly on your heels and storm off to the bedroom, slamming the door behind you and throwing yourself onto the bed, burying your face in the pillows as you screamed out in frustration.

the sound of the bedroom door pushing open makes you lift your head, turning slowly to see john b standing in the doorway, slight regret filling his eyes.

“i’m sorry baby. i didn’t mean to upset you. i just- i’m so used to everyone choosing jj, that seeing you flirt with him set me off”

you sit yourself up in the bed, crossing your legs as you look into his beautiful brown eyes.

“i wouldn’t ever choose jj. i want you. only you.”

john b sighs, running a hand through his messy brown hair. he takes two long strides towards you, pushing your back into the mattress as he crawls on top of you, his arms caging you into the bed.

he leans down, his lips softly ghosting over the shell of your ear, the feel of his breath on your skin as he whispers sending a shiver through your body. “i know that. let me make it up to you”

you suck in a shaky breath, wrapping your arms around his neck, smashing your lips with his in seconds.

he kisses you back, his lips consuming yours like he was a man that was touch starved. he slips his tongue into your mouth, dominating yours instantly, pulling a string of whines and moans from you.

“you’re so pretty when you’re like this. all whiny and hot, and i haven’t even touched you yet” he rasps, placing one hand around your throat and squeezing at it softly.

you bring your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes stuck on his darkened over, lust filled ones. you loved and hated when john b was mad, you loved it because he always made up for it in the dirtiest ways possible, but you hated it because, honestly, john b was sort of scary when he was angry.

“gonna make you remember who you belong to, you want that? want me to show you that you’re mine?”

you nod your head slowly, the grip he had on your throat tightening as you moved your head.

“words. you know i don’t like silent responses baby girl”

“y-yes. want you”

he releases the grip he has on your throat, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it onto the floor, leaving his tanned, muscular body on display for you.

you sit yourself up, reaching for the zipper on his shorts and pulling it down with haste. you help him slide his shorts down his legs, leaving him in nothing but his tight boxers, his already hardened cock pressing tightly against the fabric.

you reach your hand out, palming him through his boxers, making him growl from the contact.

“my girls a needy little thing isn’t she? good thing i’m in a giving mood tonight” john b says, his tone slightly mocking at your need for him.

“s-so needy. please, let me suck your cock” you beg, fingers playing with the waistband of his boxers, lightly tugging at them.

“don’t worry baby, you will”

john b pushes his boxers down his legs, lifting himself off the bed to remove them completely and tossing them onto the bedroom floor. you swipe your tongue across your bottom lip, mouth salivating at the sight of his thick, veiny cock in front of you.

you eagerly reach your hands out, gripping at him lightly, stroking your hand softly up and down his length, pulling a low groan from his lips.

his fingers grip the back of your head, pulling at your hair as he pushes your face down. “suck. now” he demands.

you smirk up at him, licking a hot stripe up the bottom of his shaft and placing a sweet kiss to his swollen head. he bucks his hips forward, fingers tightly gripping at your hair.

you push the head of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, the taste of the precum that’s leaked from the tip making you hum in appreciation.

“s-stop—fuck— stop fuckin’ teasing. you know i don’t like games, baby”

you place both hands on his thighs, steadying yourself before pushing him fully into your mouth, gagging slightly when the head hits the back of your throat. you begin slowly bobbing your head up and down his length, drool running down the sides of your mouth as you work his length.

john b groans, using the grip he has on your head to push himself farther into your mouth, thrusting his hips forward to fuck himself into your throat.

“s-so fuckin’ good. such a sweet dumb cock whore, takin’ me so good”

john b’s words have you squeezing your thighs together, your arousal beginning to pool between your legs. you lower one of your hands, fingers finding your clit and rubbing slow circles around it, trying to relieve some of the pressure you felt.

john b pushes you of him, your back hitting the mattress with a soft thud.

you gasp when you feel john b’s large hands on your inner thighs, prying them open quickly and running his thick fingers through your slick folds.

“john b. please” you breathe out, bucking your hips forward.

your mind was hazy, craving the feel of him stretching you, pushing you to see stars.

he continues the teasing motions with his fingers, coating his fingers with your arousal.

you open your mouth to speak but the words die on your tongue when he shoves two fingers inside you, curling them slightly and hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

“shiiit, john b, need more” you whine, fingers fisting into the bed sheets, toes curling from the pleasure building inside you.

he harshly thrusts his fingers in and out of your soaked cunt, his free hand gripping at your throat lightly. “so fuckin’ needy, so whiny. just let me take care of you, okay?”

you squeeze your eyes shut, nodding your head. john b picks up the pace of his fingers, pushing them in and out of you harshly, the band in your belly tightening as your first release of the night threatened to wash over you.

“s’close john b, p-please”

“cum for me. let it all out baby girl”

a few more harsh thrusts from his fingers and your release was washing over you in toe curling euphoria.

“fu-fuck”

john b helps you ride out your high, pushing his fingers in and out of you slowly as you came down. you go limp below him as he slowly pulls his fingers from you, making you wince at the empty feeling.

“you did so good baby. so so good for me”

you lift up on your elbows, chest heaving up and down as you try and steady your breathing back to a normal rhythm.

“i love you, jb. only you”

he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips, giving you a small smile as he pulls you down to lay beside him, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.

“i know. and i love you. just, no more flirting with jj, got it?”

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[yornayyy]

~ dating John B

— dating john b would have to be the best thing to happen in your life. you two would drive from sunrise to sunset. John b would most definitely take pictures of you know matter where you are. you two love to sit on the boat dock and talk about your future together.

masterlist!

[andy-15-07]

Unexpected Encounters 2

masterlist ! pairing: Chase Stokes x reader

Could you maybe write a part 2 with a bit of a time jump where chase and reader have been dating for a while and are getting married.

Outer Banks Masterlist | part 1

The years had passed since that fateful encounter at The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon, and Y/N found herself standing at the altar, her heart racing with anticipation as she awaited the arrival of her groom. Chase Stokes, the man she had met by chance and fallen deeply in love with, was about to become her husband.

As the music swelled and the doors to the chapel swung open, Y/N's breath caught in her throat at the sight of Chase standing at the end of the aisle, a vision of perfection in his tailored suit. Their eyes met, and in that moment, all the nerves and uncertainties melted away, leaving only love and devotion in their wake.

The ceremony passed in a blur of emotion and joy as Y/N and Chase exchanged vows, promising to love and cherish each other for all the days of their lives. And as they sealed their union with a kiss, surrounded by their family and friends, Y/N knew that she had found her happily ever after in the arms of the man she loved.

As the newlyweds made their way to their honeymoon suite, Y/N's heart raced with anticipation, knowing that they were about to embark on the next chapter of their lives together. The suite was adorned with rose petals and candlelight, casting a soft glow over the room as Chase swept Y/N into his arms, pressing a tender kiss to her lips.

"Are you ready for this, Mrs. Stokes?" Chase whispered against her ear, his voice husky with desire.

Y/N nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she gazed into Chase's eyes, filled with love and longing. "More than ready," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

And with that, they surrendered to the passion and desire that had been building between them for so long, their bodies intertwining in a dance as old as time itself. Each touch, each kiss, was a testament to the love that bound them together, a love that would only grow stronger with each passing day.

As they lay together in the afterglow of their lovemaking, Chase pulled Y/N into his arms, holding her close as they basked in the warmth of their love. "I love you, Y/N," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"I love you too, Chase," Y/N replied, her heart overflowing with happiness. "Forever and always."

And in that moment, as they lay entwined in each other's arms, Y/N knew that she had found her true soulmate in Chase Stokes. Together, they would navigate the highs and lows of life, facing whatever challenges came their way with unwavering love and devotion. For theirs was a love beyond the spotlight, a love that would endure for all eternity.

[bunnycvnts]

john b’s gf moodboard

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obx 🏄🏻‍♀️

jj maybank

nsfw!

bitter fuck - bsf! jj x reader in the twinkie

john b

take care - new bf! x reader figure out what works for them

scream 🔪

ethan landry

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we gotta have it out - bsf!ethan drunkenly confesses to reader

stalker!ethan blurb - unfinished stalker ethan thoughts

nsfw!

ethan landry headcanons (sfw & nsfw) - 35 headcanons